I see the snow

After Qin Yi went to Yunyan, he often wrote letters to Yunyan when he returned to Liang Cheng.

But most of those are more estrous, more than polite exchanges, and the most presumptuous sentences among them are only after Qin Yi wrote more than ten letters, and in the summer of one year, he listened to the sound of insects singing in the bushes at night. The rustling sound reminded me of the night beside the bonfire in Jiangzhou. I couldn't help but put on my clothes and wrote a sentence on the case by the window:

"The old man enters my dream, and it shows that I remember each other."

Then put it in an envelope and send it to Yunyan overnight.

At that time, Mu Huai'an was holding the thin letter paper, his eyes wandered for a long time on the three characters "Fenghuang'er" raised up, and his brows were slightly frowned.

After a long time, he raised the pen, hesitating slightly, but King Yunyan beside him looked at him urgently, Mu Huaian glanced at King Yunyan, King Yunyan nodded, and then he slowly wrote:

"His Majesty King Liang:

Seeing the words is like a face, is it safe recently...

……

Farewell to you for a long time, dreaming of riding the wind every night.

Only this river goes up to the moon, and the circle is the same as the king. "

After he finished writing, he folded it up slowly, stuffed it into the envelope prepared in advance, led by the servant, handed it over to the courier and sent it back to Liang Cheng.

"Huai'an, you are Yunyan's prince, do you understand?"

King Yunyan stared at the delicate neck of the young man Duanxiu, and said softly: "The dignity of the royal family depends on you alone."

Mu Huai'an nodded, and said in a low voice, "Yes. My son understands."

"Next time you communicate, you need to tell him that you have grown up and you can no longer call your baby name 'Fenghuang'er."

King Yunyan put his eyes out of the window, looked at the lush mountain and the empty and exquisite courtyard, and slowly planned: "For the rest, you should be more thoughtful, and don't ask him to find out."

Mu Huai'an responded, and then picked up another letter on the table - different from Liang Cheng's fiery letter emblem, this one had broken pieces of ice and snow and a wolf's head on it:

That represents the land in the extreme north of the Central Continent, the mysterious country Yanqi that rarely communicates with other countries.

Different from the hesitation and hesitation when he received Liang Cheng's letter just now, this time Mu Huai'an seemed to be looking forward to it. He picked up the envelope and was about to unseal it, but King Yunyan stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Last time you sent him six letters, but he didn't reply to you once, did he?"

Yunyan was displeased: "Gu Xuedu is too arrogant!...Leave him alone."

After finishing speaking, he forcibly took the envelope from Mu Huai'an's hand, threw it into the fire, and spread another envelope in front of Mu Huai'an:

"Let's take a look at this letter from Shengyang's eleventh prince."

"Yes."

Mu Huai'an lowered his eyes in response, but his eyes fell on the letter that had been thrown into the brazier, until the entire envelope was engulfed by the flames, and then he looked away reluctantly.

He thought erratically, what was written in that letter?

After burning his letter this time, will he write in the future?

Mu Huai'an wrote back the letter from Sheng Yang's eleventh prince, quite absent-minded.

……

Mu Ziling was imprisoned in a dark room, and he couldn't count how many days he spent.

King Yunyan neither killed him nor let him go, he seemed to have forgotten his existence, and it was fine when he fended for himself.

Cloud swallows are full of miasma and poisonous substances, and it is very common for scorpions and poisonous snakes to run around.

Mu Ziling had no playmates, and no one to talk with him, so he caught five or six little snakes and raised them to play with him.

"Hey, ancestor...!"

The palace servants who brought him meals sometimes pushed the door open and came in, seeing all kinds of small snakes suddenly coming out of Mu Ziling's neckline, wrapping around his neck and climbing up, they were quite frightened.

——Even though Yunyan is used to raising poisons and Gu worms, he is still the only one who cultivated Mu Ziling to sleep with a snake like this.

Compared to when he was first imprisoned, Mu Ziling grew up a bit.

His hands and feet have grown, and his eyebrows and eyes have also grown. Because he has not seen light for a long time, his skin has an abnormal whiteness, and his eyes are dark and deep, like two pools of water in a deep forest.

I don't know if it's because he was locked in the dark cell for too long, sometimes his side face looks a bit gloomy and cold, his lips are slightly pursed and he doesn't speak, he looks withdrawn and sensitive.

"Have you heard those voices lately?"

The palace slave placed the food outside the cage and asked worriedly, "What time is it at night?"

Mu Ziling played with the little snake and thought for a while: "I can hear it after the sun goes down recently."

"It can't go on like this."

The palace slave murmured: "This place is too close to the sacrificial platform... In recent years, too many people and animals have been sacrificed, and the resentment is almost uncontrollable. When the Ghost Festival comes, it will be dangerous."

This palace slave was the counterpart of Mu Ziling's wet nurse, and had also taken care of his mother's queen.He was one of the few people in the palace who cared about Mu Ziling.

"I'll ask the king to ask for mercy."

The palace slave said: "I can't keep you here anymore, absolutely can't..."

Yunyan's tradition is extremely decadent and pedantic. They believe in gods, and whenever they encounter any disasters, they must sacrifice.

From natural disasters and droughts to the serious illness of the King Yunyan or the Crown Prince, there are wizards who come forward to pray for the grace of the gods at the cost of their lives.

For this reason, they even raised "human and animal" specially.

Since Mu Ziling was imprisoned in the dark room, he had heard the cries from the sacrificial altar countless times because of the proximity.

They are all children who have not yet grown up, and they are sealed in clay pots, and there is still a raging fire under the pots.

——Because as sacrifices, simple death is not enough, and the filth on their bodies needs to be "washed away" by fire.

The earthen pot was burning in the fire, and the children who didn't know what happened screamed in pain, slapped the wall of the pot frantically, and cried to their parents: "It's so hot", "It's so hot!", "Mother, I can't breathe!" Angry!!".

However, those parents who they thought would rush to them regardless of everything to protect them, only watched the sacrificial ceremony solemnly and with tears in their eyes surrounded by heavy soldiers.

Mu Ziling once thought that if he was not "Gong Zi Yin" and was not born in the royal family, but one of these ordinary slaves, then he might also be the one who was stuffed into the earthen jar and burned.

... In Yunyan, there are too many children who are more helpless and miserable than him, unable to choose their fate.

"You must not speak to them."

The palace slave sighed, and sighed: "I don't know how much resentment those children had when they died... They are all sins."

However, Mu Ziling pursed his lips, thinking that not only could he hear their words, but he could even see their memories.

He saw firewood racks burning on a high platform, old wizards with white beards performing complicated etiquette, and civilians and slaves, surrounded by numerous guards, while watching their children being burned to death, they shouted "Yunyan is prosperous, the country is prosperous." Zuo lingering!!".

... There were also women who couldn't bear the crying of their children, sobbing and rushing forward suddenly, trying to snatch their own flesh and blood out of the raging fire.

But she only ran a few steps before she would be stabbed into her body with a long halberd by the soldiers around. The two long halberds were held up, and she was thrown into the flames, turning her into a torch for her young son to burn. The fuel that burns hotter.

"Uncle Long, what will happen if you get entangled by them?"

Mu Ziling murmured softly, he subconsciously stroked a scar on his left hand——

It was when he woke up suddenly a few nights ago and was bitten on his hand by a faceless kid.

At that time, Mu Ziling was terrified. Although Yunyan could see ghosts descending everywhere, but in such a dark room where there was no one else but Mu Ziling, it was still scary to meet such a little ghost.

After that, Mu Ziling could often see that little ghost staring at him viciously in the dark at night, sometimes it was only one, sometimes it was several dead souls who were also pale and swollen.

"Am I going to die?"

Mu Ziling asked in a low voice, he stared at his finger, there was a little snake wrapped around it, crawling back and forth between his fingers.

He was not afraid of death at first, and thought of ending his own life when he was younger, but he has never been to Liang Cheng, never seen the hoarfrost on the window paper, and the camellias all over the mountains...

Although the person who promised to take him to see him had already missed the appointment, Mu Ziling thought that he would still wait for him.

The palace slave looked at the child regretfully. At this time, Mu Ziling was almost 14 years old.

His neck was slender and fair. Although he was wearing an unclean robe, the look with his eyes downcast and his chin resting on his knees still looked fragile and soul-stirring.

"I will beg the king for you."

The palace slave said: "After all, you are the king's own son, and he will not leave you alone."

Mu Ziling pursed her lips slightly, and clenched her fingers tightly in her palm.

He seemed to be waiting for the dawn in a long night, which was endlessly suspended and full of wind and frost.

Half a month later, Mu Ziling did not wait for King Yunyan's favor:

He waited for "hundred ghosts to haunt".

From the very beginning, this so-called father's plan was to use the natural advantages of Mu Ziling and Mu Huai'an's twins to refine a sharp and cold blade that only belonged to Yunyan.

It will be the most ferocious head-down in Yunyan's history, absorbing the grievances of the entire sacrificial platform, and it will be impossible to fight against the enemy for nine days and ten days.

Ever since Mu Ziling came back from Jiangzhou, he had thought so.

That's why Mu Ziling's life was spared.

During those ten nights, Mu Ziling's screams and wailing could be heard throughout Wulian Palace.

Prince Yin, who had always been silent and quiet, kept calling "Father", "Brother" and "Let me out" in helplessness and fear, and the iron chains that bound his neck, hands and feet were ripped apart.

Even some palace people would think to themselves that he would be relieved to die soon.

"It's his glory."

Listening to the hissing and sound coming from the dark room, King Yunyan said in a low voice: "If you die for Yunyan, the whole Yunyan will remember him."

In addition to calling Yunyan King and Mu Huai'an, Mu Ziling also called someone else.

In fact, except for calling King Yunyan and his elder brother at the beginning, Mu Ziling never mentioned their names again.

He just kept repeating, "Why didn't you come to pick me up", "White Camellia..."

There was choking and despair in the voice.

No. On the 11th day, all the voices were silenced, even the slightest groan could not be heard.

King Yunyan winked slightly, and asked his servants to open the door.

In the dark room, blood was everywhere, and there were large and small fingerprints on the walls.

Although it was in the daytime, at noon when the sun was in full bloom, the moment the door was pushed open, the servants all felt a cold air that seemed to rise from the ground.

All the tables and chairs were crooked, and the wooden fence was broken in half, as if it had been eaten by something, and the section was frizzy.

A blood-clothed man lay lifelessly on his back on the sacrificial table with his neck and wrists still locked by iron chains.

Mu Jian, the leader, leaned over first, and Da Lala thought, take the corpse back and clean it up, so that the head can be lowered.

However, at the moment when he passed the exam, the slightly curled pale fingers were suddenly closed, Mu Jian didn't even realize what happened, and the whole arm was pulled off in unison!

Amid the gushing blood and screams, the world's first leader of a hundred ghosts was born.

... After that, there was a massacre, a palace change, and Yunyan changed her master.

In the sea of ​​screams and blood, Mu Ziling looked at the father who was once aloof and controlled his life and death, now lying dying at his feet, panting with difficulty and pain.

"Father, did you see that my brother is dead."

"I plucked out his eyeball and it hurt so bad," he said.

Mu Ziling threw a lump of blood and flesh on King Yunyan's face, and the dying old man seemed to be scalded instantly and convulsed.

However, Mu Ziling just watched quietly, with a somewhat indifferent and joyful expression.He said softly:

"My father loves my brother so much, so I must want to take care of him right away? ... But I still have one thing I want to show my father, and my father will wait a little longer."

He stretched out his left hand, which was still clean and not stained with any blood, and gently shook it in front of King Yunyan. In an instant, countless ghosts and ghosts rose out of thin air, and several little ghosts lowered their heads and frolicked around Mu Ziling's feet.

Mu Ziling asked, "What about 'that thing'?"

The pale and swollen little ghost looked up at him, and then pulled out a bloody vampire from behind as if suddenly realizing it.

The vampire Jiang who once prostrated himself beside King Yunyan and grinned and ate countless slaves, was now being pulled by Mu Ziling's little ghosts, writhing, biting and tearing wantonly without moving.

King Yunyan's eyes were wide open, his eye sockets were almost cracked with anger, and his bloody throat tried his best to let out an indistinct "grumbling" sound.

Mu Ziling looked at his clearly angry but helpless appearance with a smile, admired it for a while, then kicked the biting little ghosts, and said with some disgust: "Take it aside and eat."

The head is connected with the master's heart and soul. When the head is about to die, the master's spiritual power will also dry up, and even all the pain that the head feels and knows will be felt by the master.

"Father, did you feel it? I was in such pain at that time too..."

Mu Ziling murmured, "But where was the father at that time? He was waiting for me to die soon."

There were screams and wailing in Wulian Palace one after another, and the entire smooth white jade floor was soaked in blood.

King Yunyan was like a broken bellows, panting "ho, ho".

"Do you want to make my father into my blood ghost?"

Mu Ziling stared at King Yunyan's distorted face as if asking a sincere question: "What my brother can't do, I will help my father to do it... let my father become Yunyan's sword, and his name will last forever... ..."

Mu Ziling flicked his fingers teasingly, and King Yunyan's throat was instantly torn open——

However, the blood ghost hadn't been eaten yet, and under such pain, King Yunyan couldn't die for a while.

He looked at the man who once gave him alms and let him go, as if he was always high above, holding his life and death, with an indifferent and cold expression.

The blood gradually ran out, and when the blood ghost was finally bitten into a skeleton, King Yunyan's painful face suddenly relaxed, his cloudy eyes opened wide, and he died completely.

Standing in front of him, Mu Ziling quietly stared at the twisted corpse for a while, then slowly turned around.

The blood flowing everywhere in Wulian Palace wet the soles of his boots, but at that moment, Mu Ziling was a little dazed.

He finally killed his father and brother, got rid of the identity of "gongziyin", and was able to live in the sun.

But what to do next?

Mu Ziling thought, let's choose a name.

In this way, when the boy from Liang Cheng sees him again, he can tell him that he also has a name.

He was late for too long, I wonder if there is some problem with the family business?

Mu Ziling stared at the Wulian Palace where the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, but when the faint morning light fell, he felt that he had been reborn——

He survived.

From then on, he will have many prime springs to look forward to his boy coming as promised.